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Passage of time, y’all. It’s a real thing. Most days of this job are pretty fantastic. I’m surrounded by incredibly intelligent people who all know more than me about medicine. I’ve met some amazing patients who I want to keep visiting every day even when I’m not on their service anymore. Half of my patients so far have been babies who don’t know who I am and don’t care because I’m not the person who feeds them, but that’s fine. (more…)

Almost every summer, I would try to find a U-pick blackberry/some-berry farm nearby. In Texas. I had these wonderful memories of doing this as a kid, I think somewhere outside of Brenham (sidenote: someone send me Blue Bell). One year of my semi-adult life I was able to find a place to pick blackberries. I picked a bunch and it was awesome. But every other year, my search was futile. (more…)

The Accountant and I have already had to turn on our A/C. Because apparently our apartment doesn’t believe in insulation. The weather outside is the weather inside.

Anyway, even though spring/summer brings things like heat and AC and sweating, it also brings super awesome things like baseball and sundresses and fruit pies and like one week of weather where you can do activities outside and bluebonnets.

I moved. My friend Cathy (not to be confused with Kate, whom I do not live with despite spending most Monday nights in front of her television) and I moved into a 2 bedroom because did you know that’s cheaper than paying for rent all by yourself? I only took health care economics in college, and we didn’t learn that. (Also don’t ask me any questions about health care economics, because I don’t know the answer.) (more…)

I had a major revelation a few days ago. Like, this stuff should be sewn on pillows, painted on posters, written in cards. I figured out what true love is.

Whaaaaaat. That sounds so deep. It’s not deep, I promise. There’s all these poems that try to say what love is, lots of songs, probs some drawings or collages or whatever. On the Bachelorette (yes, actually), they say things like, “Love is like these clouds and this is the greatest day of my life.” Or “Love is like this race car and I’m on a rollercoaster of emotions (?)” “Love is like this rug, soft and multicolored and kind of stripe-y.”

Milestones are happening in the Fleur-De-Licious world! Milestones like the last day of law school class. And the last finals ever. And impending real world lawyer jobs. MOST IMPORTANTLY however, Kate will be moving to Dallas soon, which is where I live, which means that for the first time since graduating high school in 2006…I get to live in the same city as my best friend. There will be champagne when she gets here. We are classy ladies. (more…)